Over her mountains,
Across the vacant sky,
Landing within the heavy marsh-land,
Parting the red sea,
Probing her damp cave,
Within her flowing river,
Soothing to the touch,
The over flow reaching my anatomy,
As the stars collide,
A mutual climax shatters the skies above,
Sleeping silent,
The world begins to calm,
Sleeping silent,
Time seems to hold still,
As they begin to cool and form,
Dreaming of days long since past,
What has become of them?
Seeping through the darkened path,
How many wrong paths have they traveled on?
Waking slowly to early morn,
Will they learn their sound?